She once was beautiful.
That structural beauty sits
Below and around her grey
Blue eyes as a reminder of
A life lived with power and
Grace. She lives with people
Who don't like her very much.
She is dependent on their
Dislike and their care. The few
Moments when she can assert
Some of her will turn ugly for
Her. She has so few skills at
Reaching out, few memories
Of a life where more was hers
And more expected. She keeps
Her hair, long and in a perfect
Bun. Except for that and those
Sharp beautiful eyes she is lost.
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